07-04-2018, 09:13 AM
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She blinked, and he said at least five words; the stranger certainly lacked anything but energy. Denny? Stolen bandanna? Her top-right eye slid to look at Pincher, curiously waiting to see his reaction to all this. "No, I believe his name is Pincher. Unless he's been lying to the rest of his family," she retorted coldly with her second sentence pointedly directed at the doberman, growing a tad annoyed at Pincher and all his secrets. The pale ocelot hated being the last to know anything, and this apparent brother that knew more about Pincher than herself caused her quite a bit of internal conflict. Given her ability to read aura and tone, she already surmised that Reus believed he was telling the truth; which meant either he was delusional or something else was afoot with Pincher.
Sighing, she restrained her gloomy thoughts a bit; besides, she held a lot of secrets as well. No point in telling everyone her family tended to suffer from hallucinations, depression, and other unsavory things. And why bother telling people she could read the words they spoke, their tone providing the colors illuminating each letter? Rosemary already accepted that to be a hallucination, a likely indicator she inherited the 'insanity genes' from her mother's side of the family.
"Though I believe we are half-siblings, as my mother couldn't possibly give birth to bengals," she added, with almost painful normalcy. How doubtful telling anyone her mother died would yield anything useful, after all. From her mother's genetics and the family coven she grew up in, the pale ocelot already knew that she probably was one of the odder Roux family members. At times she felt more like an outsider than anything else, and the sudden appearance of another bengal-Roux certainly made her feel as though she was the outsider she believed herself to be.
Sighing, she restrained her gloomy thoughts a bit; besides, she held a lot of secrets as well. No point in telling everyone her family tended to suffer from hallucinations, depression, and other unsavory things. And why bother telling people she could read the words they spoke, their tone providing the colors illuminating each letter? Rosemary already accepted that to be a hallucination, a likely indicator she inherited the 'insanity genes' from her mother's side of the family.
"Though I believe we are half-siblings, as my mother couldn't possibly give birth to bengals," she added, with almost painful normalcy. How doubtful telling anyone her mother died would yield anything useful, after all. From her mother's genetics and the family coven she grew up in, the pale ocelot already knew that she probably was one of the odder Roux family members. At times she felt more like an outsider than anything else, and the sudden appearance of another bengal-Roux certainly made her feel as though she was the outsider she believed herself to be.